i don't really understand schrodinger's cat
Today a girl with a thick European accent came into work asking for directions to Dayton. Her eyes were very pretty in an understated way.
"If I go this way to 2...40?"
"270?" I offer, and her eyes light up in recognition.
But of course, always horrid with directions, I wasn't much more help than that. When she tried to open one of the maps and was confused as to why it was sealed shut, I pointed out that she'd have to buy one if she wanted to use it.
"Oh! In Germany you don't have to buy." Of course I thought of Adam Rose, feeling a little bit guilty for the last contact we'd had, missing him a little.
But of course I couldn't repress a little inward snort, too. I would run into the German going to Dayton.
"If I go this way to 2...40?"
"270?" I offer, and her eyes light up in recognition.
But of course, always horrid with directions, I wasn't much more help than that. When she tried to open one of the maps and was confused as to why it was sealed shut, I pointed out that she'd have to buy one if she wanted to use it.
"Oh! In Germany you don't have to buy." Of course I thought of Adam Rose, feeling a little bit guilty for the last contact we'd had, missing him a little.
But of course I couldn't repress a little inward snort, too. I would run into the German going to Dayton.
posted by Angela at 1:02 AM
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I know the directions to Dayton! Drove them many times....
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